Preparing for Christmas - Part 4, December

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Preparing for Christmas Part 4,

December

December 2nd

I didn't sleep well last night; I felt so tense, keyed up, frantic. I

thought probably I wouldn't be able to settle my brain down and

focus at church. But that wasn't the case. I was definitely into it!

The Spirit was there so intensely! Wow! Awesome!!

I remember someone reading something during the service thismorning about how God gives us just enough peace for one day at a

time like the manna from heaven that He sent the Israelites. We

have to seek His peace EVERY day. That way we don't forget our

dependence on God and start thinking we are self-sufficient, which


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we humans have such a strong tendency to do!

December is to be our last month in this church building. A new

building will be built, but for a time, we will have our services in ahotel. It will likely be a challenging time for our church family.

The vessel was present this morning. This would be our second

time to use it. Difficult to describe, it is a glass and metal container

in which we put pieces of paper on which we have written something

we want to give over to God and be free of. Then the papers are

burned to help us visualize the process of letting go. Today we were

to write about the baggage we didn't want to carry with us to our

new church home.

I had felt a twinge of sadness as I left for church this morning

alone. Going to church alone I wrote on my little piece of paper.

Then I wrote the word without four times with the names of four

individuals next to the withouts. Four people who, for a variety of

different reasons, are not in church with me this day.

I looked around me, at the places where I used to see them-- a long

time ago or a short time ago. I see the place at the front of the

church where we stood the one whose name I put on the list first -and I, facing the pastor on our wedding day in 1991. Were we ever

really that young as young as we look in those old photographs?

He and I were never really close; the marriage was never good. But I

grieve for my exhusband in that complicated way where you grieve


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the loss of something that never was, but should have been.

I see the place where my friend, the one whose name was next on

the list, used to sit. For nearly three years he attended, nevermissing a single Sunday. When he dropped out, he said it was

because of me. And even though I know his dropping out was not

REALLY my fault, I feel sad. He should be here! It seemed like he

NEEDED to be here and he BELONGED here!

I see the corner where my daughter used to dance when she was just

a little girl. The people would smile and say She is so full of the

Spirit! You can just see Him shining through her! But now, like

most of the other teens, she sees no value in attending church. Why?

Why are we failing our young people, failing to engage them, failing

to reach them? Why?

And I see the place, beside me, where the new man in my life sits

when he is in town. But he lives in Omaha, the place where his

children and grandchildren live and where his family has belonged for

several generations. And me? My roots run deep in the Colorado

soil. Can this work? For now, it seems to be mostly working well,

actually. The traveling back and forth is kind of fun and Omaha is

such a delightful place!

I also wrote the word decisions on my little piece of paper. I wrote

God, I give over to you any emotions that may be troubling me

related to these situations. And I commit to you any decisions


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related to them as well. And I put my paper with the others in the

vessel, to be received by God.

December 21

st

I'm sitting in my living room surrounded by unfinished Christmas

stuff. But I promised myself I would spend the morning writing. I

have peaceful music playing. I'm taking time to breathe. A few

weeks ago I set myself a goal to have ALL my Christmas tasks

finished by December 9th. But apparently the best I can hope for is

to have (almost) everything done by some time Christmas Eve Day

just like always.

Today is supposed to be the end of the world day. It seemed like

toward the beginning of 2012, people were saying it wasn't going to

happen after all, and then for months there was not much talk of it

at all. But the past week or so, the topic is hot again; this time just

something to joke about.

I would tend to agree with my daughter, who said she didn't think

the whole world would end, but that there was a good chance some

disturbed individuals would figure it was a good day to shoot people

or blow something up. So, that is one of the reasons I am taking the

morning off from busyness to pray and fast and write and reflect.

I need to stop and give over some worries to God too. Funny thing

is, though, I'm not worried so much about violence. I worry about

offending people. This past week there have been times I absolutely


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agonized over certain decisions decisions about gifts. What to give,

what not to give, what to say, what not to say. I have always been

one to worry to an extreme degree about that kind of thing. I will

start today putting some effort into praying that I can let that gosomehow!

But I need to backtrack a bit. Now where did I put the notes I made

about the events of the past few weeks? I have been attending so

many wonderful Christmas activities, which is one reason I haven't

had time to write, of course. But I have definitely had some

beautiful, intense spiritual experiences! Wow!

On December 8th, I rode with a very good friend to a property out in

the country to participate in an activity with our women's ministries

group. What a beautiful setting! I am grateful to the man, one of

our dear friends and church members, who owns the property and

contributed so much to the arrangements. I am grateful, also, to the

wonderful ladies who planned and led the event. And I am so very

grateful to God who lets us all be a part of blessing others. That is

the most rewarding and awesome and joyful thing we can spend our

lives immersed in!!


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We took turns going on a carriage ride, something I have always

wanted to do! We rode out to a place on the property where a large

lighted cross has been placed at the top of a hill. We were each given

a scroll with something in it we were to meditate on while we waited

there at the cross for a short time.

I wondered if all the scrolls had the same message or if the ladies

who had planned the activity wrote something specific for each of us

based on whatever they might know about us. In considering this,

there was a part of me that wanted to be just a tiny bit offended.


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(Because someone knows, no doubt, that I am NOT as committed to

God as I really would like to be.) This is what my scroll said:


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If it is a bit smudged, that is because I was walking around a pond as

I was meditating and, while trying to open the scroll while juggling

my gloves, cup of tea, and who knows what else, the scroll blew into

the water, and I had to run to retrieve it! Well, I suppose you cansee the symbolism clearly enough so I won't belabor the point!

Anyway, I did take time to pray and meditate over the thoughts,

which were, of course, extremely relevant to my own personal

struggles. Later our group leaders explained that the scrolls were all

different, but were handed out randomly so that it was God, not

they, who chose which scroll would go to each woman. We stayed a

while longer to share and interact. It was truly a beautiful and

blessed day!

Then, of course, December 14th is a date I will need to write about.

On the way to a 9:00 meeting, I has having another one of my mood

swings a crazy, giddy, up mood, with all the excitement of

getting ready for the Christmas dinner we were having for the clients

in our program that afternoon. I was singing at the top of my lungs

with the Chipmunks to my car radio, thinking wow! It just

doesn't get any better than this!

I was thinking about posting something on facebook about thatmoment, but then, the news began to come through and the mood

would have been all wrong for that particular sentiment, with

December 14th being the date of that horrible school shooting in

Connecticut.


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And people all over the country and even in other countries grieved.

We grieved for little children and teachers whom the vast majority of

us would never have met or known anything about if they hadgotten to celebrate Christmas 2012 with their families and had

continued on living their ordinary lives instead of dying that day in

that way.

We grieved because we think about how very much we love our own

children and about how we would feel if something so incredibly

awful like that happened to our own families! And we think about

little first graders, so lively and joyful and bursting with visions of

sugar plums and Santa Claus is Coming to Town and All I want

for Christmas is my two front teeth. . . And it just feels so terribly,

terribly sad!

And we wonder about the young men who take these innocent lives.

Barely more than children themselves, how do they become so

desperately disturbed? And we wonder . . . Why?

I thought about how I had questioned back in September how a

Christmas poem written so early could be relevant by the end of the

year. And, even though I didn't write my Christmas poem inSeptember, I DID finish it by the end of November, not knowing

that, sadly, it would just continue to become even MORE relevant as

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On Sunday, December 16th, I read my poem during the church

service. I wasn't asked to read it as part of the official plan for the

service, but our church services very often do involve contributions

that weren't officially planned.

The topic for the message of the day was JOY part of the advent

series. A couple who had lost their four month old baby about a year

ago talked about their experience, their ongoing journey toward

healing. (This WAS part of the official plan for the service.) And

they and the pastor mentioned how they had at first felt a sense of

incongruence and wondered if joy was just the wrong topic to focus

on, in light of the recent tragedies.

And they talked about how God showed them that loss and joy DO

belong together, and even some of the scriptures they shared were

the same as the ones in my poem. So I HAD to share the poem

during the church service. It just belonged there!

But anyway, back to the present December 21st. In seeking

guidance regarding the gifts I felt hesitant about giving, I feel that

my word is: ALL. Just like in my scroll. God wants me to give ALL

that I had planned to give. And if anyone is offended in any way, I

will trust God to bring something good from it. Worrying too muchabout offending people means I am focusing too much on myself

again. It is not about me!!

December 22nd


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(Some miscellaneous Christmas preparation stuff) I did get a little

decorating done early in the month, and on December 15th I got the

copies of my Christmas poem mailed out to people who live far away.

Finding the addresses was not as much of a challenge as I had feared,considering they were scattered a bit -- some on old envelopes, some

in a tattered paper address book, and some I had to call my mom

about. It's times like these that make me wish I were an organized

person, someone with her addresses all up to date in her computer

or file cabinet. Well, I will put that in my New Year's resolutions, if I

decide to make any.

By now, I have the wrapping mostly done. The shopping is

DEFINITELY done; well maybe there is a little grocery shopping to

do, and I will probably stop by the Goodwill store for the half price

day, and I forgot to get a gift for the cat . . . I remind myself that a

person does NOT have to buy more stuff just because they still have a

little money left!

I have a picture in my head my goal! I see myself sitting here in

my perfectly clean house with all the wrapping paper neatly put

away. I am sitting peacefully on December 24th drinking a cup of

tea, listening to Christmas music, looking around at the pretty lights

and lit candles. And I am thinking Yes! I am READY forChristmas!

December 23rd

This morning, as is often the case, the beginning of the church service


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found me distracted, with my thoughts racing/wandering all

different directions. I'm not going to cry this time, I thought. I'm

not even going to be able to settle my mind down enough to focus

and connect with God. People talked again today about ongoinggrief, and anniversary dates of loved ones lost.

Some of my (distracting?) thoughts were about my exhusband and

how I was still waiting for some kind of message or connection, like I

had written about in my September essay. I looked back at the place

where he had stood, solemnly singing, the last time he had attended

this church, a little over a year ago.

Then the musicians began playing the song which I believe is called

simply He is Here. Such a meaningful, beautiful song! And my

tears began to come even before the words started. He is here!! God

is here, with us in our sadness; He is here!

And then the thought came to me Not only is God here, but THEY

are here! All those we are grieving for; they are here! In the midst

of our tears and in our connection with God, they are here! Look

around They are still here, in the places where we used to see

them, and even the ones who were never here in our church in

person; they are here! And THAT I believe is the message I waswaiting for!

But physically, we are leaving behind these places. And maybe we

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our new beginning! But what can we, should we, will we take along

with us? I believe that one of the very most important things that

we MUST take is that intense and wonderful sense of unity, the unity

we have with those who are present and those who are absent, thatunity that is all wrapped up in the Spirit of God! Like a beautiful

gift to cherish, let's take that with us wherever we go!!

December 24th

My boyfriend arrived from Omaha at 12:34pm. I was not sitting

peacefully, drinking tea, with all my Christmas tasks finished as I had

hoped. But that's okay. The house is not perfectly clean, but

reasonably clean and that really is good enough. My teen aged

daughter is getting ready to attend the Christmas Eve service with us

and seems excited about dressing up. I like dressing like a princess,

she said. What a blessing going to church, and this time NOT

alone!

Tomorrow we will go to my parent's home and celebrate with other

members of our wonderful family! Wow!!

Am I ready for Christmas? Well, I suppose so. But then again,

Christmas is not just a one day thing. Actually, I have been

experiencing Christmas all month long, and it has been Awesome!!!

RoseDQ (Brenda C.) December 2012

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